A new experience, shared and savored…
We talked about the swingers’ party for months. Both of us were exhibitionists and the thought of attending was so naughty. He was especially good at mentioning it when his cock was in my mouth.
“You little show-off. Swallowing my cock so well. Trying to impress everyone with your skills?” I would come up with spit dripping off my face, begging to be fucked. Those were the hottest times.
As the date got closer we talked about it more seriously. “I don’t want anyone to touch me or fuck me but you,” I said, sincerely. “It’s a little scary even thinking about going.”
“Of course, baby, I understand. No one will lay a hand on you. You’re mine. We might even walk in and walk out, just to say we’ve been there.” He held me close and kissed me. “Or I might find an empty room and make you suck my cock.”
“Make me?” I teased, grabbing at his crotch. “If anything I’m making you drag it out for me.”
He growled and playfully bit my shoulder. “Keep your hand on me all night and more might happen, sweetheart. No matter who is looking.”
Now it was the night of the party and we were in the car. I was incredibly nervous. We had already fucked, showered, then fucked again in anticipation. The air was heavy with tension. I grabbed his hand as we walked up the stairs.
“I’m going to stay glued to you,” I whispered, hiding my face in his arm.
“As you should, baby. Never let go of me.” He kissed me gently, searching my eyes. “It’s a huge turn-on, you wanting to do this with me.” I felt for his bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze, then we walked in.
We had evidently arrived late because the party was in full heat. Everyone was nicely dressed… or undressed, depending on the viewpoint. Two ladies were kissing in the hallway with a man watching them, stroking his cock. The kitchen was hosting a hot threesome — or was it a foursome? Two couples there. The study was all blowjobs, it seemed. We roamed through carefully, eyes lowered, discreetly observing the action around us. A few of the bedrooms were locked, some open. We briefly watched an orgy with one guy and four women on him, then found two women and a double dildo in another room.
The air hummed with the sounds and smells of sex. My face was burning, my pussy soaking. I was seeing so many things we’d watched only in porn and here it all was right in front of me! As promised I never let go of his hand but I shook inwardly. This was definitely outside our normal zone. He sensed this and pulled me aside, looking in my eyes.
“Are you uncomfortable, baby? Do you want to leave?”
“Um, maybe. Let’s go downstairs.”
We crept down together and passed through the living room. It was quieter here. Two couples kissing and making out, a blowjob in the corner. I could breathe now. I looked up at him and smiled. He pulled me in for a kiss, standing in the middle of the room. His cock was steel hard, pressing into me through my skirt. I moaned.
We looked at each other, forehead to forehead, swaying together like we were the only couple there. I could feel our bubble pulling around us and relaxed against him, giving him my eyes. Breath mixing together, lips barely touching.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you,” he whispered back, immediately. Then he touched my ear, our little signal, and I brushed his in return.
There was one empty chair in the middle of the room, a rocking chair. He guided me into it, steadily holding my gaze.
“Open your legs,” he whispered. “I’m going to take you.”
I spread my legs as wide as I could, completely relaxed. There was only him. He unzipped, pulled out his cock then speared into me easily. I was dripping wet. Gradually he built up the rhythm, the chair’s movement intensifying his thrusts. My eyes never left his. His whole attention melted over me. The room hummed around us but for all we cared it could have been the radio.
Our hands roamed over each other, sometimes glancing over my clit. I was close. His thrusts, the setting, the buildup for months was making me unravel. I started to drift.
“Stay with me, baby,” he whispered. “Focus on me. Focus on my cock. Cum for me, my love.” He angled upwards, harder now and the chair bounced me against him. I nodded and gave a small cry. “Yes, just like that. Perfect.” Our bubble was electric now. Surely we were giving off visible sparks. He leaned in for a kiss, completely submerged inside me. We stayed like that as I started to cum.
“Yes, yes, baby, cum on me,” he whispered in my ear as I thrashed around him, grabbing at his shoulders. The convulsions were some of the strongest I had ever felt. I kept squeezing on him as he started to burst inside me with a quiet roar, biting and kissing my face, holding my hips.
Slowly our breathing eased together. We smiled at each other, kissing, whispering. He pulled out and we suddenly realized that we had drawn a crowd. People were staring at us open-mouthed. “Wow, that was so hot.” “So beautiful.” “Amazing.” “I’d pay to watch that again.”
He hastily covered me up, zipped his pants and helped me out of the chair. We raced outside to the car, panting, shaking.
“Fuck, baby, that was so hot!” The keys jingled wildly as he fumbled for the ignition. “You are the hottest, sexiest woman on the planet!” The car started with a roar and he squealed away from the curb, as if we couldn’t get away from there fast enough. I spread my legs on the seat and felt my pussy. He glanced at me, trying to keep his attention on the road.
“My pussy feels so good, so warm,” I whispered, as if to myself. “All because of you. You took care of it so well.” I leaned back and closed my eyes. Tears were starting. “I don’t know why I’m crying!” I looked at him pleadingly, overcome with emotion.
“It’s because that was so intense, baby, so different.” We were stopped at a light now and he leaned over, holding my face. “I’m going to get you home, then shower you and hold you the rest of the night. Ok?”
“And lots of kisses, too, please?” I begged, touching his mouth. He smiled and kissed me for the space of a breath.
“Of course, baby, kisses until we both fall asleep.”